Post by Alecsander on Sept 13, 2017 14:59:26 GMT -5
"When did you learn of Jamie?"
Alex frowned, still standing cautiously by the door. It was a sensitive topic. One he had locked away inside him for over a decade. He had tried. Pitched a fit, there had been many shouting matches before Morag had successfully convinced him, using Max as an example. That guilt still weighed him down, almost 20 years later. If it hadn't been for the demon.. if he had been more aware that night, would he have been able to protect Max? How would that have changed the outcome of the war, if the attack had been unsuccessful? He didn't want that kind of terror for his son. Didn't want to fail him as he'd done Max and Curse. Weak. And so he had stopped short of bringing the matter to the courts.
"i-I I wanted him. Safe." He said, eyes distancing. "Sent me the picture. S-said he w..was mine." He stopped, throat closing as he remembered. Just a one night stand. He'd still been inexperienced, but it wasn't his first time. He'd wanted to be careful, not repeat the mistakes of the past and father an unknown child. But that had failed. Morag had lied to him. "He was...f-four."
Could he even get into a more in-depth explanation? His stammer was returning. Would she listen? Would she understand? It didn't seem likely, Elle had a dangerous look on her face. It did not make him feel better. "I.. want him, to have a happy childhood. Parents fighting over high..." He trailed off, remembering long, long ago. A different life. When dark clouds had darkened the light of their home, and his parents had started fighting. So much, constantly. And it continued until he was in school, and returned to find his mother dead. Fighting over him. Over the house elves, over his father's activities. Over whether the sky really was blue. And ultimately, the final argument was won by Death.
He didn't think he would have killed Morag. But there was no way she would have allowed him into their lives peacefully.
Alex frowned, still standing cautiously by the door. It was a sensitive topic. One he had locked away inside him for over a decade. He had tried. Pitched a fit, there had been many shouting matches before Morag had successfully convinced him, using Max as an example. That guilt still weighed him down, almost 20 years later. If it hadn't been for the demon.. if he had been more aware that night, would he have been able to protect Max? How would that have changed the outcome of the war, if the attack had been unsuccessful? He didn't want that kind of terror for his son. Didn't want to fail him as he'd done Max and Curse. Weak. And so he had stopped short of bringing the matter to the courts.
"i-I I wanted him. Safe." He said, eyes distancing. "Sent me the picture. S-said he w..was mine." He stopped, throat closing as he remembered. Just a one night stand. He'd still been inexperienced, but it wasn't his first time. He'd wanted to be careful, not repeat the mistakes of the past and father an unknown child. But that had failed. Morag had lied to him. "He was...f-four."
Could he even get into a more in-depth explanation? His stammer was returning. Would she listen? Would she understand? It didn't seem likely, Elle had a dangerous look on her face. It did not make him feel better. "I.. want him, to have a happy childhood. Parents fighting over high..." He trailed off, remembering long, long ago. A different life. When dark clouds had darkened the light of their home, and his parents had started fighting. So much, constantly. And it continued until he was in school, and returned to find his mother dead. Fighting over him. Over the house elves, over his father's activities. Over whether the sky really was blue. And ultimately, the final argument was won by Death.
He didn't think he would have killed Morag. But there was no way she would have allowed him into their lives peacefully.